“Kiss arse! Your contract doesn’t say you can toss me around!” Her voice sounded deceivingly confident. She was trembling inside, every fibre of her wanting to shrink away from the man who towered over her, watching her with his disarming gaze. Marc Aryan had unnerved her the first time she’d met him and he still unnerved her now.
“Kiss arse? My contract says you should obey my every command within the terms of said contract.”
Amelia Parker thought she had it all figured out - a successful ca...

If one day, the apocalypse arrives, what would you do? Would you feel thrilled, or would you be terrified? In 2030, as a biological crisis sweeps across the globe, and with the world surrounded by zombies, how would you find a way to survive?